Category: Omega Psi Phi

  • Epiphany of Pain

    Epiphany of Pain

    The Epiphany of Pain

    Imaging the first devastation

    Never imaging something so impactful

    Powerful words rattling my psyche

    Humbled by a chance opportunity

    To be the chosen few

    Nothing prepared us

    for what lay ahead

    Manhood, shining in the thunderous rain

    The Epiphany of Pain

    If we could yet awake from that dream

    Could not fathom the reality of things

    The physical challenges awaited us

    Mentally we were barely off of empty

    Linked in friendship kept our resiliency

    Rolling one after another

    Scholarship, massacred into our brain

    The Epiphany of Pain

    Illogically slowly accepting this fate

    Engulfed with idealistic thoughts

    Walking bridges others have taught

    Pursuing obstacles with a dogmatic view

    Listening to truths spoken by twisted knaves

    Realizing the crystal stair ancestors had to bare

    Perseverance, grinding to become insane

    The Epiphany of Pain

    Accepting the fallacy of all I hold dear

    There was but six standing there

    Climbing through the the darkest night

    Shoulder to shoulder, days to night

    Rebuilt in the shadow of KAOS hard ways

    Souls combined into the Kaotix 6ix

    Uplift, birthed in the hardest of ways

  • Branded

    Branded


    Branded in mystery
    Providing the illusion of a victory
    The principles cultivated
    Every feeling exaggerated
    Pound by pound of flesh
    Broken until nothing is left
    Archaically Molded in historical ways

    Shining through the darkest night
    Single star guided sight
    Drudging step by tedious step
    Unbridled agony at a missed step
    Blinded through the fear of defeat
    Enthusiastically reaching every peak
    Worthy of every hand in the land

    Stages changing, exponentially aging
    Counting days like years have past me
    This excruciating torment turning me into we
    Eyes closing whenever possible
    Just a moment of silence to escape
    The extracted punishment of being late
    Yet the end has no date

    Branded for eternity
    The infinity of friendship’s tranquility
    Digesting the past experiences as memories
    Not a spit of complaint for everything endured
    Accepting every reason for that season
    Completely vested without a bit of control
    Friendship is Essential to the Soul

  • Branded

    Branded

    Branded in mystery
    Providing the illusion of a victory
    The principles cultivated
    Every feeling exaggerated
    Pound by pound of flesh
    Broken until nothing is left
    Archaically molded in historic ways

    Shining through the darkest night
    Single star guided sight
    Drudging step by tedious step
    Unbridled agony at a missed step
    Blinded through the fear of defeat
    Enthusiastically reaching every peak
    Worthy of every hand in the land

    Stages changing, exponentially aging
    Counting days like years have past me
    Excruciating torment turning me into we
    Eyes closing whenever possible
    Just a moment of silence to escape
    The extracted punishment of being late
    Yet the end has no date

    Branded for eternity
    The infinity of friendship’s tranquility
    Digesting the past experiences as memories
    Not a spit of complaint for everything endured
    Accepting every reason for that season
    Completely vested without a bit of control
    Friendship is Essential to the Soul

  • Cycle of Peace

    CyclePeace
    The shocking engagement of combat
    No reprisal or even a wince
    Stuck in this stance with other common men
    Creating a bond stronger than ballistic steel

    The mind games cause laughter decades later
    In the midst, the pain of uncertainty, anxiety
    Initial excitement diffused by reality of darkness
    Paralyzed in this life, struck by blinding blows

    The crucible of the royal road’s tolls
    Forcing friendship in a cauldron of strangers
    Survive together, destroyed apart, eternally connected six moving parts
    Accepting gods fate without complaint

    Infinite cycle of fury, doing all that was done
    Causing endless perseverance for endless generations
    Abandoned curiosity in hope of symmetry
    Final realization of the cycle of peace.

  • Omega Land

    At an early age, hoping for royal purple days
    Opening my eyes in the old gold sun,
    Praying to be bonded with the Sons of Thunder.

    The bond forged by a lighted thunderous night
    Young men rising intently focused on the light
    Striving against the darkest pit in pursuit of right.

    Fourscore and four years of patience held me still
    Enduring blazing sand with nothing but will
    Blood, sweat and tears the only skill

    Enlightened from heavens gracious touch
    Destined to prevail ill fated circumstances
    Longing the reward of Omega Land

     

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